Go ahead and dig it in,
a way to quench your thirst again.
Feel the razon, sharp and sweet,
nothings better, it can't be beat.
Love the fire in your wrist,
blood flows freely, down it drips.
Slicing down, at so much ease,
across your wrist is just a tease.
Tears start rolling down your cheek,
feeling alive, no longer weak.
So go ahead and dig it in,
does your thirst feel quenched again?
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